Can't Let Go {Part 2/2}

You guyz kno i MUST love you to b posting 2 nite's in a row rite? Lol, when i say this part is long. I mean it, it's made for those who really enjoy reading. So if u get tired after 5 minutes, i'm warning u, turn bak NOW! Hahahaa, nd u guyz will find out wut happened between SB nd HB, jus not here. I have a special post thingy 4 that ;) Anywayz, enjoy this mi liddle dumplings! :p

OH!! Here's the song ~>

Chapter 10: {Part 2/2}

        Nicki walked up to Candace and hesitantly took the phone.

"Hello?"

"Nick?"

"Yea... what do you want?"

"I called to apologize. I only have ten minutes on here so will you please listen to me?"

"Listen to you?! Why should I? Don't you think you're asking for a bit much Mr. Grahm? You damn sure as hell didn't listen to me! And why the fuck are you in jail?!"

"Look Nick, please..." He begged. "I'm sorry, I jus need you to hear me out, please?"

        Nicki really didn't want to hear his bullshit, but she did want to know why he was in jail so she listened. Candi stood there confused, she didn't know that Drake and Nicki were a couple. Safaree was the only one at the party that knew about them. Candace sat down at the island (nosey friend syndrome). Nicki watched her, but she didn't mind it.

"Go on..." She huffed, rolling her eyes.

"I'm in here cuz me and Forty got into a fight at the bar..."

"A fight?! You?! And Forty?! Wait, wait, wait... you mean to tell me that you and the dumb fuck you believed over ME got into a fight?! What the fuck for?!"

"Well, I heard the conversation you guys had in the studio the other night..."

"Heard it?"

"Yes, some how it got recorded and when I went down there in the studio looking for my wallet, I accidently pressed some button and heard the whole thing... Look Nick, I'm sorry I didn't believe you at first, it's jus... it's jus..."

"What? You needed proof?! That's not fair Drake. You think I'd actually lie to you? Why do I need to do that?"

"No Onika. Listen, it's jus me and Forty--"

"Don't say his name."

"Me and "him" have been cool so long, I didn't notice he was jus usin' me. I was blind to the fact that I knew him for so long, that... that I didn't wanna believe he'd do that to me or say those disrespectful things to you. I mean jus imagine if you were in my position? And that was Safaree instead of him?"

        Nicki took a minute to think. What Drake was saying started to make sense. She started to feel like everything was cool, but she couldn't let go that easily.

"But that's no excuse Drake! The fact that you think... you think I'd sit there and make up shit like that?! You obviously have trust issues."

"Baby listen, I--"

"NO! Don't baby listen me! Fuck you Drake! I hope you and ya right hand have a ton of fun in there!"

        Nicki hung up the phone and looked at Candace, who was staring at her like what the fuck.

[On Drake's End]

        After Nicki hung up, Drake stood there at the pay phone in his cell block hall. There were about eleven or twelve men standing in line behind him.

"Hey fresh meat?!!! Other people are waiting to use the fucking phone!" Some heavy set, tall dude yelled in a raspy voice.

"Hurry the fuck up!" yelled another, with a Hispanic accent.

        Drake looked back at the line and held his middle finger up high without saying a word. The correctional officer stepped to him and told him his time was up. Drake hung up the pay phone and another guard escorted him back to his cell. Some dude in line blew a kiss at him, Drake mugged him.

"The fuck?" He said and kept walking. While in his cell, Drake felt horrible. He lay on the top bunk staring at the ceiling. He wanted Nicki back so bad it hurt. He felt his heart crushing under pressure. Drake knew he was an ass for kicking Nicki out of his hotel room and not believing her. He regretted ever doing that. Drake would give anything to have her back. John Mayer's "Dreaming With A Broken Heart" magically started playing in the background ;D (LISTEN TO THIS SONG PLEASE! It fits here.)

[Back To Nicki]

"What the hell was that?" Candi asked.

"Nothing..."

"No, Onika. What was that?"

        Nicki looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was in the kitchen, but her and Candace then she walked over to her. They spoke in hushed tones.

"Don't you dare tell anyone!"

"And I'd do that becaaauuse?"

"I know you wouldn't. Here's the deal...... Me and Drake...... we......" Nicki started to fiddle with her fingers.

"You're fucking him?!" Candi asked with bold eyes.

"No! We haven't done it yet."

"Yet?! What the hell? You guys are like...... dating???"

"Well..... yea.... he's my boyfriend..... but he fucked up so right now I don't even want to see his face." Candi's jaw dropped.

"Onika Tanya Maraj! I am your best friend and you didn't tell me this sooner? How long?"

"Three months, two weeks and two days..." Nicki said under her breath, looking down. Candi started to smile wide.

"You want him back." She bluntly stated.

"No. I don't"

"Yes. You do"

"No Candace, I really don't."

"Onika listen to me, you know the exact amount of time you guys have been together. Who the hell keeps track? Especially of the weeks and don't get me started on the days. Open ya eyes girl. you want him."

        Nicki rolled her eyes and poked out her bottom lip. Candi was right and Nicki knew it.

"But Candiii" She whined. "He fucked up. I can't let him off that easily. He has to pay for what he did."

"Look, I don't care what he did. As long as he ain't cheat on you, you two should be able to put whatever it is behind you and move on. You know you want to."

"I can't..."

        Nicki turned around and walked back into the living room, Candi on her heels. She walked over to the stereo and cut it off. Everybody looked her way, her way (haha!).

"Hey everyone. I'm about to leave, it's getting kind of late and I want to get home before the roads get too slick."

"Awww, don't leave!" Dominic pleaded.

Nicki smiled, "I'll be back soon you guys."

        They said their goodbye's and Nicki rushed to her car trying to avoid the drizzling rain. It was dark out and the rain started to pour down. Nicki was almost home when her car stalled on an empty road. No lights, just trees.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Nicki tried to push the button for the ignition a couple times, but nothing happened because it was jammed.

"Stupid ass car." She called Safaree to send her a tow truck and pick her up. Two hours passed and still no Safaree or tow.

"Where the fuck is he?" She turned on the radio and John Mayer's "Dreaming With A Broken Heart" started playing. (Wierd huh? ;) ) Nicki turned the station. John Mayer's "I'm Gonna Find Another You" started playing.

"What the fuck is this? John Mayer day?" Nicki asked herself, looking at the radio.

~ It's really over... You made your stand...

You got me cryin'... As was your plan...

But when my loneliness is through...

 I'm gonna find, another you... ~

        She turned it again and Cascada's "Everytime We Touch" echoed thru the Mercedes. Nicki huffed then turned the song up.

        Nicki rested her head on the steering wheel. The song was pulling at her heartstrings. She listened to the words as the heavy rain pitter patted on the car windows. Nicki started to think of Drake. No matter how bad she wanted to just forget about him, she couldn't. Waht Candace told her was true. Nicki still wanted him.

*THUMP!*

        Just then, a man's hand landed on her window and made Nicki jump. She saw stuff like this on Forensic Files. It scared her shitless! She grabbed her phone and frantically started dialing somebody, anybody. The man was wearing a black hoodie, with the hood pulled over his face. He knocked on the window. Nicki crawled into the passenger seat backwards.

"What the fuck do you want?! Please jus leave me the hell alone and nobody gets hurt!!! I'm calling the cops!!" She screamed. The man reached for the handle and pulled the door open. Nicki's eyes grew wide. She thought she had locked the doors (stupid car). Nicki screamed and started kicking her legs at him like Big Dawg.

"Get the FUCK outta my car!" Nicki repeatedly punched him in his dome and pushed him out. She slammed the door closed and locked it. Her heart was racing, beating as fast as ever and she was shaking. The dude removed his hood. It was Drake...

[On Drake's End]

"Hey pretty boy?!" Drake sat up in his bunk. "You're free to go! The hotel said they're not gonna press charges as long as you pay for what you destroyed." The guard said, opening the cell bars. Drake jumped down and followed him out. They both walked to a small room and the guard handed him a bag of soggy clothing.

"What the hell boy? Take a bath in beer?" He asked in a Southern accent. Drake smirked and took the bag. He had nothing else to wear so he had no choice, but to put the damp clothes on (Ew!). After Drake got dressed, he walked out of the jail house a free man. He took a cab back to the Alden hotel. While in his suite, he showered, changed clothes and packed his things. An idea skidded across his mind. He knew he needed to see Nicki so they could talk face to face so he decided to take a flight to NY. When he got there, he called Safaree to see if Nick was around. Safaree told him that her car stalled in the middle of no where. SB picked Drake up from the airport and they drove to Candi's house. Everyone was gone already so it was only Candi and Safaree there. SB asked Drake if he wanted a ride. he said no and decided to walk. It was a bop. Drake was soaking wet in the rain. He figured he wouldn't find her until he saw her car in the middle of the road up ahead. He ran to her car, but couldn't see inside so he knocked on the window, assuming she'd roll it down. That didn't happen. Being the big bold dummy that he is, Drake opened the door (dumb ass). He was greeted by flying feet and fists. He backed out of the car. After Nicki shut the door, he removed his hood.

[Back To Narrator]

"Drake?! How the hell?! What is he...?! Why?!"

        Nicki didn't know what she was trying to say. She was scared as hell and angry. She kneeled in the driver's seat and rolled the window down.

"Now wasn't that stupid?!"

"Yea, that was stupid..."

"YES! So fucking stupid!"

"Sorry, I don't know what that was..."

"STUPID! Ugh! Drake, I hate you! Why the fuck are you here?!" Nicki spat those words like venom. "How'd you find me?!"

"Safaree told me where you were." He said trying to catch his breath. "I need to talk to you."

"Ooo, I'ma whip his ass!" She mumbled.

"It's not his fault." Nicki started to roll up the window. "Aye! Don't do this to me Nicki. I walked all the way here from Candi's house to get you. Thas like a thirty minute hike. I'm wet and my legs are going numb. *pauz* Please talk to me?" Nicki rolled the window back down.

"GOOD! I don't care if you walked all the way from Africa!"

"Nicki? Don't be like this."

"Like what? Upset? Mad? Angry? How am I supposed to feel Aubrey? Happy?! Well I'm not!"

"I'm not tellin' you how to feel Nicki. I'm jus askin' for you not to ignore me, please?"

        Nicki fully sat in the driver's seat and looked thru the windsheild out at the road ahead of her with her arms folded.

"Nicki?" She turned to look at him.

"Why are you pushing me away?" He asked softly.

"I'm no-- well..... because...."

"Because what?"

".......you don't trust me Drake...." She replied in a low voice, turning the radio down. "And what's a relationship without trust?" Drake didn't answer.

"See?" She said, looking at him.

"Nicki listen, it's not you. I have things I need to work out with myself."

"Well until you do that, we shouldn't be together..."

"Nicki no, please, please don't do this to me. I need you."

"You need me?"

"Yes, baby. I need you. You're the reason I'm able to stay afloat. The reason I wake up in the morning. I'm only able to live because of you. You make me happy. I can't go one day without you on my mind. I'd do anything for you. Anything. Nicki, I don't know what it is about you, but you got me. I'm drawn to you and only you. You're so sweet and.... fiesty, but I like it. And what gets me the most is that you're an independent woman. You don't need a man to complete you, and that's attractive to me. I could talk to you for hours and not get bored. I love looking into your eyes. They speak to me without you having to say anything. I want to be there for you when you need me the most. Yea, I know I fucked up so it may be hard for you to ever trust me again, but I'm being honest. You're the one for me. I jus can't let go. Onika....... I... I love you..."

        With those words, Nicki felt like she just had the wind knocked out of her, she looked him in the eyes. She could see everything he felt. He wasn't lying. Drake meant every word he said and she could feel it. Nicki opened the car door and slowly stepped out of the car. It was still raining, hard.

"You... you love me?" She asked in shock. Drake stepped close to her and grabbed her by waist.

"Yes.... you don't have to say it back, but that's how I feel. I don't want you to leave me Nicki. Please jus stay with me? I can't let you go..."

        Drake dropped to his knees and hugged her around her waist. His head on her stomach. Nicki looked down at him. Her jaw dropped. She couldn't believe he felt this way. No man had ever gotten this emotional over her. Nicki placed her hands around his head and held him.

"I'm sorry I acted like an asshole..." Drake said. Nicki could hear his voice shaking. He was crying. Drake was as vulnerable as he could ever be. He poured his heart out to Nicki. He loved her and he didn't care if she said it back, he just didn't want her to leave. Nicki couldn't believe she had this grown man sobbing at her waist.

"Oh my God Drake!" She said, bursting into tears. "Baby, please stand up." She helped him stand as the rain poured down on them. Nicki's mascara was running because of the rain and her tears. They looked into each other's eyes.

"I'm sorry Aubrey, I'm not even gonna lie. I've been foolin myself, I missed you so much. I jus didn't want to give in so easily. I didn't want you to think it'd be that easy for me to forgive you." She said sobbing thru her words and touching his wet face.

"I don't think you're easy Onika. I never thought that. Never will think that. Will you stay with me? Please?"

"Yes, of course baby." She hugged him with tears in her eyes. After they hugged, Drake placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head up, kissing her on the forehead.

"Don't be shy Aubrey."

       Nicki grabbed his face and kissed him on the lips. He held her by her waist and pressed his body up against hers, making Nicki lean back on the car. They kissed for what seemed like a lifetime, tongue and everything. Neither one of them wanted to pull away. Nicki sucked on his bottom lip then stopped to look at him. He smiled then stepped back. Nicki moved off the car then Drake opened the door for her. She got in, he closed it, then went over to sit in the passenger's seat.

"Now what?" Nicki asked, looking at him.

"Well, you can start by pressing that button."

"Oh, it doesn't work... which is why I'm stranded here."

"Do you know what this is?" He asked, pointing to an orange light with a switch. Nicki looked at it.

"I don't know." Drake flipped the switch then pushed the button to the ignition. The engine reved.

"How the hell did you do that?!" Nicki asked in surprise.

"You must've locked the push to start button by accident." He said confidently.

"But how'd you know?"

"I have one of these." He said, smiling. Nicki grinned back at him.

"I hate you Drake." She said laughing. "Where you goin?"

        Drake told her he had an apartment in Manhattan so she drove him home then headed back to Mama Carol's house.

You've Gone Too Far {Part 3/3}

I wuzn't gonna post 2day, but @MissMinaj341 (Easter Bunny) and @Jamrock_Barbie (Jammy) wanted me to post 2day soooooo, i'm posting!! Not much else 2 say so here it is, read with care... X)


Chapter 8: {Part 3}
           (CO-WRITTEN BY JAMMY!!)


        Nicki's day was going from good to bad, from bad to worse, and from worse to horrible. When she opened the door to her new suite, she quickly shut it, dropped her suitcase at the door and ran straight for the bed. Nicki crawled onto the king sized mattress, which was neatly made with pink sheets and comforter. She grabbed one of the four pink, plush pillows that lie on the bed and dug her face into it. She screamed into the pillow as loud as she could, while squeezing the life out of it. Nicki was extremely hurt and angry. She tried so hard to hold back her tears. Nicki didn't know how to feel. She was more than pissed that Forty was able to manipulate Drake so easily. And even more pissed that Drake was too stupid to see that his "best friend" was a sheisty, back stabbing, son of a bitch. Nicki was also upset that Drake didn't believe what she was telling him. The more she replayed the situation in her mind, the more she wanted to cry. She could feel that familiar knot forming in her throat. Nicki couldn't hold back anymore. She let out thee loudest sobs ever. Tears were rolling down her face like there was no tomorrow. The pillow soaked them up like a sponge. She cried non stop for what seemed like ages until she finally drained herself to sleep.
       
        While Nicki sulked in her new suite, Drake paced the floor of his. In his mind Nicki was a bold-faced liar. He didn't believe her because Forty had been his friend since they were little boys. Drake didn't believe that Forty would say that about him or even try to get at Nick. He convinced himself to believe that Forty was right and Nicki was wrong. Drake ran the story over and over in his mind. He asked himself, *Why would Nicki lie to me? What is she getting out of this?* Drake started to lose himself. Just thinking about all this gave him a headache. He rubbed his temple and slowly walked to his bed. He turned on the tv and watched Canadian football until he fell asleep.

        The next day, Nicki was about to leave for NY. She was already packed and ready to leave, but the weather was bad so her flight had been delayed for a few hours. Nicki stayed in her room until it was time for her to leave. Around 2pm, Nicki was ready to catch her flight. She grabbed her bags and headed out of her suite. Nicki froze up when she saw Drake and Forty standing outside of his room talking. Drake pretended as if he didn't see her, Forty was too busy talking so he really didn't see her. Nicki quickly turned to close the door and headed to the elevator. She didn't look back not once. Drake watched her as she walked, tuning out Forty as he spoke. But Forty broke his trance when he waved his hand in front of Drake's face..
"What the hell are you lookin at man?" Forty asked looking over his shoulder. He didn't see anything because Nicki had already gotten on the elevator.
"Nothin..."
"Oh, ard. Well hurry up and open the door. You up here starin' off into space and shit."
Drake opened the door and shut it before Forty had enough time to put his foot in.
"Hey man?! What the hell?!"
No response.
"Oh so, so you... you jus goin do me like dat huh?!"
Drake opened the door.
"Nigga, stop makin' a scene. We ain't stayin. I jus had to get my phone, but I'ont see it. *thinks* it might be in the car. Find somethin to do with yaself 'til I get back." Drake said, laughing.
"Ard man."
They dapped up and Drake headed for the staircase.
"Aye man? Why don't you take the elevator? It's much quicker." Forty suggested.
"I'm good... I need my exercise anyway." Drake said, pulling up his pants and pushing the door to the staircase open.

        On the elevator, Nicki was really upset. She held her head down staring at the tiled floor. She tried to keep her mind off of Drake, but she couldn't. Nicki's eyes started to water so she looked up to keep the tears from falling. It hurt her deeply to know that Drake thought she was lying. As the elevator doors opened up, Nicki stepped out and and rolled her suitcase to the front desk. She turned her room keys in and headed to the revolving doors. Nicki was looking down as she watched her feet take turns hitting the ground. Her vision became cloudier and one by one, her tears began to fall. She didn't even bother wiping them away. Nicki could barely see where she was going and bumped into a gentleman on his cell phone. She apologized and then looked up only to see that that gentleman was Drake. A tear rolled down her cheek and Drake mean-mugged her and coldly said, "Whatever..." Nicki looked down and pushed past him. Drake closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew what he just did was a mistake. He grabbed Nicki's wrist just as she was walking away and pulled her close to him.
"Let go of me Drake..."
"No."
"Let go of my fucking wrist and don't fucking touch me again."
Nicki snatched her wrist away from him and walked out of the hotel, leaving Drake with his hands resting atop his head, watchong her exit. Nicki handed her suitcase to her driver and he put it in the trunk. Nicki then looked back at Drake and got into the car, slamming the door shut. As her car pulled away from the hotel, Nicki recieved a BBM. She opened it to find that it was from Drake.
It read:

~ I'm sorry I overreacted... I forgive u 4 wut u said... I think maybe u took 40's comments the wrong way... He can come off as a bit rude, but once u get 2 kno him, u'll c he didn't mean any harm... We really need 2 tlk ~

Nicki frowned while reading Drake's BBM. She was starting to think he lost his mind.
She replied:

~ What I said?! FUCK u Drake! FUCK Forty too! You two idiots wur obviously made 4 each other! You're too stupid 2 c the real Forty! Or r you jus choosing not 2 c him bcuz the results will scare you?! Well I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK!!! We have NOTHING to talk about!! Goodbye. ~

Nicki sent the message then chucked her phone into her handbag. Drake called her and called her and called her. But Nicki wasn't answering. Drake sent her a few more text's, but she ignored them. Nicki didn't want to be bothered with him anymore.

        Drake was dialing Nicki for the fourteenth time when he recieved a call from Forty. He was hesitant to answer, but he did anyway.
"Yea?"
"Hey man, you up for some drinks? I think it'll help relax you. Take ya mind off of a certain someone?"
Drake was starting to get suspicious. Why would Forty care if he thought about Nicki or not? Why would Forty offer to help him ease his mind? It wasn't like him at all. Forty usually shy'd away from helping Drake when he felt down. Forty wasn't much of an affectionate person. He usually gave Drake a piece of cliche advice and left it at that. Forty never actually helped Drake solve his problems, if anything, he added to them.
"Um... yea, I suppose I could."
"Ard, I'm already at the bar, meet me here."
Drake walked through the lobby to the other end of the hotel where the bar was. He saw Forty sitting on a stool talking to a bartender so he walked over to sit next to him.
"Bout time you got here. I was starting to think you got lost nigga.... where's Nicki?" Forty asked. Drake shot him a bewildered look.
"Why do you care? She left."
"Oh..." Forty said, sipping his drink. "I was jus askin... have you spoken to her?"
Drake didn't answer him. He was starting to wonder why Forty was so concerned. Drake took two shots of Oval Vodka and looked at him.
"Does it matter?" Drake asked, rhetorically.
They sat there in silence for a minute then Drake spoke up.
"Look man... I jus wanna thank you for being honest with me. You been my boy since... since we were in the womb." Drake said with a chuckle. "I'm jus happy I can trust you to have my back. It's a blessing really. Not many artists have that one person they can tell anything to. I'm glad I can call you my brother."
Forty forced a smile.
"Thanks man..."
Drake laughed.
"My bad. I'ont mean to get all emotional and shit. I know that ain't for you."
"Nah, you good. You good. You kno I'm always here for you bruh."
Forty was lying, but Drake didn't know it.
"Damn... I can't believe she lied to me though. Like... why? I don't get it. What's the logic behind her reasoning?" Drake huffed.
He knew he'd never know the answer's to those questions, but that didn't keep him from wondering.
"I finally find the girl of my dreams. I'm happy with Nicki. We connect on every level. Believe in most of the same things. She's everything I could ever want... everything I could ever need... And then, this happens. It jus doesn't make any sense. It's jus not adding up Forty." Drake said, taking his fifth shot.
"Well maybe it jus wasn't meant to be."
"What?" Drake asked, looking at Forty.
"I don't know... I heard it somewhere. I'm not good at this relationship crap."
"Yea, I know, but at least you're here... listening to me. I appreciate you. I really do. Thank you man."
"No problem."
"You know what Forty? What gets me is that even though she lied to me... I still want her. I can't NOT be with her. Like... I don't know how to explain it... *chuckle followed by a half smile* Wouldn't it be great if we could put this shit behind us? Like, forget it ever happened? I'd want that... *shakes head* But I know it ain't that easy..."
"Well like my mom always says, 'Don't ask permission, jus ask forgiveness...'" Forty added.
Drake looked at him, puzzled, and was about to speak, but then decided it'd be best if he didn't. The bartender came over to them.
"Would you fella's like anything else?" She smiled.
"Nah." Drake said drinking the last of his Vodka. Forty reached for his wallet, but Drake stopped him.
"Nah man. I got it. It's the least I can do for you."
Drake patted his back and front pockets looking for his wallet, but he couldn't find it.
"Oh shit, can't find my wallet... I think I left it in the studio last nite."
"Maybe." Forty said.
"Wait here, I'll be back."
"Ard." Forty said, turning back toward the bartender. "Sooo *reads name tag* Samantha... you got a man?"

        When Drake reached the studio, he checked all over, but couldn't find his wallet. He looked on tables, in the couch cushions and even in the booth. He stood in the middle of the studio slowly scanning every inch of it. He noticed something small, square, black and leather on the floor underneath of the mixing board on the table. He went over to see what it was. Drake noticed that it was his wallet. He kneeled down and crawled under the table to grab it. After he got it, he backed from under the table to stand, but he lifted his head up too quickly and hit it on the edge of the table. He reached up to hold the back of his head, then he placed his right hand on the mixing board to help him stand. Drake accidently pressed a button and he heard Nicki's voice echo from the surround sound speakers. "Are you hitting on me Forty?" He looked around to see if she was in the studio with him, but she wasn't. "What the fuck?" He asked himself. Drake looked for a button to stop the sound, but then he heard Forty's voice. "What? Me? No..." Drake pulled his hand back and grabbed a swivel chair to sit down in. He turned the volume up and listened. "I don't think Drake would like that *giggle*" "What he don't know won't hurt'm." As Drake listened, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. The room started to spin as millions of thoughts and emotions rushed through his brain. He started getting angry as he listened to what Forty was saying. It was all new to him. Drake never noticed this side of Forty. He started to think about Nicki and what she told him over BBM. Drake felt so stupid and used. He felt like the biggest idiot in the world. Then he heard this, "...let me get in those pretty little panties..." Drake immediately became enraged. He stuffed his wallet in his pocket and kicked the swivel chair in front of him. He stood up and threw his chair across the room. He was angry with himself for being so blind. Drake sped out of the studio and heavily walked back to the bar. His nostrils flaring, his lips pursed. This dude was beyooond angry. When Drake got back to the bar, Forty noticed his demeanor was completely different. He waited for Drake to make it over to him before asking,
"What's wrong man?"
Drake stood there mugging Forty.
"What's wrong man?!" He said, mocking Forty. "You tell me nigga!" Drake shoved Forty by his shoulder then Forty stood up.
"Aye?! What the hell's ya problem?!" Forty asked, surprised and holding his shoulder.
"Why the FUCK would you lie to me?!" Drake asked, balling up his fists as his arms hang at his side. Forty looked confused.
"Aubrey? What the hell are you talkin about?" By this time, the bartender and everyone else in the bar were staring at the two men.
"You were supposed to be my homeboy! Have my back and shit! But instead, you behind my back tryna mack my girl and shit!" Drake stepped closer to Forty. They were toe to toe.
"Aye! I'ont know what the fuck you mad 'bout bruh, but you goin hafta step the fuck back!" Forty started getting mad.
"I thought I could trust you?!" Drake shoved him again. "I told you how I felt about her and you go and do this shit?! Had me lookin stupid! Had me thinkin Nicki was the one lyin to me when you were the fuckin liar the whole got damn time!!"
Forty's eyes got wide as he realized what Drake was talking about,
"Oh... *chuckles* I see... you jus mad 'cuz my game better than yours. Trust me, if you ain't come back in the studio when you did, that ass woulda been mine.. But I say fuck that bitch! She ain't nothin, but a piece of pussy! Ain't that's what you say "Drizzy"? *mockingly* pussy's only pussy and I get it when I need it... Fuck outta here wit dat shit man." Forty shoved Drake.
Drake cocked his fist back and swung at Forty, striking him in the mouth. Forty stumbled back, holding his bleeding lip and charged at Drake, trying to bring him down, but Drake grabbed the back of Forty's hoodie and swung him to the floor. Forty tried to get up, but Drake pinned him down, striking him multiple times in his jaw.
"I *punch* told you *punch* to watch your fucking mouth! *punch, punch, punch*"
Forty kicked Drake off him and hit him with an upper cut. Drake fell back onto one of the tables, scaring the two women who sat there. They jumped up with a scream and ran to the other side of the bar. Forty stood up wiping the blood from his lip. Drake rolled off the table, knocking it over, then sprung up and charged at Forty, knocking him into the beer fountain causing it to break and spray beer everywhere. The plates and glasses fell and wine and beer bottles shattered, sending wet glass shards in all directions. The two were hugged together like UFC fighters. They bumped into bar stools, knocking a customer to the floor. As they tussled, Drake tripped over the fallen man and Forty landed on top of Drake, punching him in the face three times. The man got up and angrily backed away. Drake grabbed Forty by the neck and smashed his head against the table to his right. Suddenly there was shouting from the halls. The police had showed up.
"HEY! HEY! Break it up!"
Drake stood up, but Forty tripped him causing him to fall flat on his face. Forty pushed Drake's face into the ground and yelled,
"What ever happened to bro's before hoe's?! Huh?!"
Drake rolled over and put Forty in a head lock.
"She's NOT a hoe! And you damn sure ain't my brother! 'Cuz if you were, you woulda neva said any of that shit!"
Security ran over to them. It took five cops to pry them apart. Three cops grabbed Drake and one other grabbed Forty while the other cop stood in ready position just in case Drake or Forty had been armed. The police handcuffed the two men and paraded them thru the lobby. The bar was in shamballs. There was broken glass all over the floor. The beer fountian had been destroyed so everything was soaked. And there was a gaping hole in what used to be an elegant, maple-colored table. Bar stools were knocked over and tables were on the floor.

        Drake, still in handcuffs, walked with one of the cops back to his patrol car. Forty walked with another. The officer threw Drake in the back seat, almost closing the door on his leg. Drake didn't say a word. He had been silent the entire walk to the cop car. He sat up in the back seat and stared out the window, anger boiling inside him. Drake watched the guests pour out of the hotel as fans and by-standers took pictures of him as the patrol pulled off. Drake was on his way to the precinct.



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You've Gone Too Far {Part 2/3}

Part 2...


Chapter 8: {Part 2}


        When Nicki arrived to the studio, Drake was already in the booth. Forty acknowledged her prescence by nodding at her as she walked in. Nicki nodded back at him as she walked over to the brown leather sofa to sit down. She slipped off her flip flops, sat her purse on the stool next to the sofa and put her feet up on the sofa, getting comfortable. After about seven minutes in the booth, Drake was satisfied with the verse he just laid. He hung the headphones up on the mic and walked out, closing the door to the booth behind him.
"Hey baby." He said, smiling at Nicki. "Glad you decided to come down."
Drake went over to sit in the swivel next to Forty.
"Yea, I wanted to take advantage of the rest of the time we have together."
"The rest of?" Drake asked, looking at her puzzled.
"Yea..." Nicki adjusted herself then said, "I'm leaving for New York in the morning."
"Oh..." Drake said. He and Forty both looked at each other, thinking the same thing, but not saying a word. Then Drake looked back at Nicki.
"Going to see the fam huh?" He asked, trying to force a giggle.
"Yea, it's just for a couple of days... a week or two maybe."
Drake nodded his head and turned around in his chair, facing away from Nicki. The room went silent for a while then his phone started buzzing so he stepped out to answer it.
"Hello?" He asked, closing the door to the studio behind him.
"Hi. Is this Mr. Grahm?" A woman's voice asked from the other end of the phone.
"Yea, this is he."
"Hi Mr. Grahm, this is Ashley from the Alden hotel's concierge. I'm calling to remind you of your scheduled spa date for you and a Ms... Ms. Muh-rage? Muh..."
"Maraj."
"Yea! Ms. Maraj." Ashley said, giggling. "I just want you to know you guys are all set for tomorrow. We have the couples massage scheduled for 2:30pm and we reserved the sauna for only you two all day tomorrow. We also closed the pool and jacuzzi area for you guys and set up a private viewing of any movie of your choice for 7pm. Oh! At 4 you guys are scheduled for pedicures and manicures..."
"Ashley?" Drake asked, trying to cut in, but she kept talking.
"We also set up..."
"Ashley??"
"...your dinner date for 9:30pm and the shopping spree is actually set for 5:15pm..."
"MA'AM?!" Drake practically yelled into the phone.
"Oh. sorry sir, I'm trying my best to read you the times in chronological order. Do you need me to read them back to you?"
Ashley spoke so fast, she sounded really sweet, young and perky. *pauz*
"No... that won't be needed."
"Oh... ok, well I can just e-mail it to you then. What's your--"
"No, actually you can cancel all of what's planned for tomorrow."
"Oh, but sir... it's already paid for and we don't do refunds."
"Just cancel it. We won't be able to make it. Some other things came up."
"I'm sorry to hear that Mr. Grahm. I'll be sure to cancel."
"Thank you."
"You're wel--"
        Drake hung up the phone before Ashley could finish her statement. He had secretly planned an entire day for him and Nicki to hang out and connect. He wanted to surprise her so he didn't tell her anything. Drake only told Forty about it and Forty even helped him pull a few strings. [Surprising...] It was hard to close off certain areas for only two people for only one day with all the traffic coming in and out of the hotel. It was nearly impossible to get even half of what he scheduled for them. But he made it happen. Drake was a little disappointed when Nicki told him she was leaving, but he couldn't be mad at her. He knew she missed her family and he knew she'd eventually go see them. Drake just didn't know Nick would leave so soon. When Drake walked back into the room, he saw Nicki scowling at Forty. She put her flip flops on, snatched her purse off the stool and brushed past Drake. He grabbed her by the arm.
"Hey, hey, hey?! What's wrong? Where you goin?" Drake asked, confused. Nicki looked at Forty then at Drake.
"I'm fine." She said, emphasizing the 'I'm'.
"What happened?" He asked looking at Forty then Nicki. She pulled her arm from Drake's grip and stormed out of the studio.
"Nicki?!" He said, following her out of the studio. When he got to the door he looked into the hallway, but she was already gone. Drake shut the door and walked over to Forty.
"What the fuck man?!" Forty threw his hands up in surrender.
"Aye... das ya girl..."
"You damn right that's my girl. What the hell did you say to her?!"
"Hey now. Calm dat shit down. Why I gotta be the bad guy?" Drake took a step closer to Forty.
"Ard, ard... I know I shouldn't have... I shoulda kept my mouth shut, but somehow we got on the subject of exes and..... I kinda told her about Alicia..." Drake threw his hands up into the air and did a slight pivot as if he was about to head for the door. He turned back to Forty and gave him the 'nigga are you crazy?!' look.
"What the fuck for?!" Drake said, flailing his arms about.
"My bad man... it jus slipped out. I tried to stop, but Nicki jus kept askin question's and I ain't wanna leave her in the dark so I told her..."
"You know what? I should pluck the shit outta you right now, but I won't... I'm not even mad." Drake said, rubbing the stubble on the side of his face. He was lying and so was Forty.



















Ya know? I thot abt ending part 2 here to leave you guys with a true cliffhanger, buuuut since i love you guys, i'm jus gonna let you have all of it *pauz* :)













        Alicia did exist, but Forty didn't even mention her to Nicki. They weren't eeeven talking about exes. After Drake stepped out to take the phone call, Nicki sat on the sofa quietly contemplating. Forty spoke up first.

                                  [PLAY BY PLAY of WHAT REALLY HAPPENED]

        Forty turned around in his chair and stared at Nicki. She hadn't noticed him until he spoke.
"You look beautiful today Nicki."
"Thank you." She said with a half smile.
"Mmm... I really like that shirt on you."
 Nicki looked down at her exposed cleavage and pulled her top up a bit.
"Thanks..."
"Does Aubrey ever tell you how beautiful you look?"
"Sometimes... why?"
"Jus askin... He should tell you more often." Forty said, licking his lips. Nicki pulled her blackberry out and pretended to text someone.
"You have pretty eyes Onika." Nicki looked up at him.
The way Forty said that statement using her given name gave her goosebumps, and not the good kind. Nicki tilted her head slightly to the side and asked,
"Are you hitting on me Forty?"
"What? Me? No, I'm jus simply complementing a gorgeous woman sitting across from me."
"I think you're tryna flirt with me." Nicki said, almost laughing. "I don't think Drake would like that."
"What he don't know won't hurt'm." Nicki furrowed her brow and shot Forty the side eye.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. This could be between me and you. Aubrey can't treat you like I could. You should give me a chance Nicki."
Nicki looked around the room to make sure Forty was directing his comments at her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." She said shaking her head with her eyes closed and holding her hand out in front of her. "Wait a minute, Forty? You can't be serious right now. Is this some kind of joke? Am I being punk'd?" She asked laughing. Nicki thought Forty was kidding, but he so wasn't.
"Punk'd? Uh, no... It's jus me and you. I mean, if you into camera's I could--"
"EW?! Forty?! No! How could you even... What the hell is wrong with you? Me and Aubrey are official. Why would you even... I thought you and Drake were cool?"
"We are, but like I said before. What he doesn't know won't hurt'm. He doesn't have to find out." Nicki's eyes got wide and her jaw dropped as her mood completely flipped from playful to disgusted.
"I cannot believe you're telling me this right now! You shouldn't be disrespecting Aubrey like this Forty."
Nicki was starting to get heated. She was upset that Forty was ignoring the relationship she and Drake were building. Nicki started imagining Candi or Lauren behaving like Forty and the results absolutely disgusted her. She didn't like this new Forty and the way he spoke to her behind Drake's back.
"I thought you were better than this Forty?"
"I am... jus let me show you... Once I hit it, you won't want me to quit it. I'll show you a good time." He said grabbing his crotch. Nicki scoffed at him.
"How dare you? I don't want you Forty! Drake is my man, he's the only one I want. Not some backstabbing phoney ass, loser "best friend" like you. I cannot believe this." She said shaking her head.
"You should really be ashamed of yourself... tryna get at your best friend's girl... the fuck kinda shit you on?"
"You right, I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not. I don't care how Aubrey feels. I'm not his mama. If Drake needs someone to talk to, I hear'm out, but I don't listen. I don't give a fuck about what he's tellin me. I jus tell'm whatever he wants to hear."
"If you don't care about him, then why the fuck are you still here?! It doesn't make any sense."
"Listen Nicki, what I do is strictly business. And do you honestly think you and Aubrey will last? I mean, the boy can't keep a girl. You couldn't even keep a job before you hit big so what makes you think you can keep a man? I'm not tryna be ya man, jus... friend's with benefits? Think about it. It works out for the both of us. No commitment."
 Nicki was furious. She didn't want to believe Forty was this stupid, this crooked. She was about to speak, but he cut her off.
"And if you even think about tellin Drake what happened in here, who do you think he'll believe? Me, who he's known his entire fuckin life? Or you? The girl who avoided a relationship with him for.. what? Three years?" He said nonchallantly.
 Nicki sunk into the sofa cushion. What Forty was saying got to her.
"Yea... I know what you'd least expect me to know. Now uhh... I suggest you let me get in those pretty little panties of yours before I tell Aubrey my side of the story. I think I'll add a few details. Aubrey'll believe me anyway, I'm his boy." He said with an evil smile.
 Just then the door opened and Drake walked back into the room. He saw Nicki scowling at Forty. She grabbed her things and sped out. He tried to stop her, but she was too upset. Drake ran after her, but when he got to the door, he looked into the hallway and Nicki was already gone.
        Nicki darted for the staircase. She was too impatient and upset to wait for the elevator. She stomped up all eleven flights, taking a break on the sixth floor. When Nicki reached Drake's room, she was out of breath. She slid the key card, entered the code and pushed the door open. She threw her purse on the couch and kicked off her flip flops. Nicki grabbed her suitcase and threw it on the bed. She started walking towards the bathroom when the door flew open.
"Nicki?!" Drake jogged to the bathroom and stood in the door frame. Nicki was gathering her toothbrush, make up kit and other items she left on the shelf. She even helped herself to the complementary sized hand lotions and soaps.
"Nicki wait..." He said trying to catch his breath. "Please... please don't leave."
Nicki rolled her eyes at him. She wasn't mad at Drake, just disappointed that he didn't see the Forty that she had just encountered. Nicki pushed past Drake and walked over to her suitcase. Drake followed her over to the bed.
"Look Nicki, I can explain. It was a long time ago and she was--"
"Explain what?!" She snapped. "Why Forty's such an asshole?!"
Nicki was fuming. She didn't even hear the last part of what Drake was saying.
"Wait... what?" Drake asked puzzled. After Nicki stuffed the lotions and stuff inside her suitcase, she zipped it up.
"Forty! He's such a pig! A fucking.... UGH!!!"
"What did he do?"
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me... would you?"
"Tell me what?"
"What happened in the studio... what did his phoney ass have to say? I wanna know." Nicki said, rolling her neck. She crossed her arms and stared a hole thru Drake's face.
"He told me you guys were talking about exes. And he said he told you about Alicia."
"He's such a fucking liar." Nicki said lowly as she shook her head. "Who the fuck is Alicia?!" Nicki said dropping her arms. Drake was about to speak, but Nicki signaled him to stop with her hand.
"I don't even care." She huffed. Nicki started to look more sad than angry.
"Why are you so fucking nice Drake?" She asked, tearing up.
Drake frowned at her comment. Nicki grabbed her bag from the bed and rolled it to the couch, Drake followed.
"What do you mean Nicki?" She sat on the sofa and Drake sat next to her. Nicki took a deep breath before she spoke.
"You're too fucking nice. You don't even see the bad in people do you?" A tear rolled down her face and she quickly wiped it away.
"Talk to me Nicki." Drake said scooting closer to her, he reached for her hand, but she pulled away.
"Drake, I jus... I dunno."
"Tell me, I'm right here."
"Well after you left to take your call. Forty started flirting with me..."
"Ok? He's a flirt. He's just playing half the time, he know's his place. But I'll talk to him about it if it makes you uncomfortable." Nicki shook her head.
"No, you didn't let me finish... he said some really mean and nasty, off the wall shit. Really hurtful. And it saddens me that you don't see that side of him."
"What'd he say?" Nicki looked at Drake, tears still in her eyes.
"God... you're such a good person. You don't deserve to be taken advantage of." Nicki breathed.
"Forty doesn't respect you as much as you may think. He takes you for a joke. He doesn't even respect what me and you are trying to build. He is so fucking low."
Nicki started to get angry again just thinking about it. She looked away from Drake and wiped her tears.
"Wow..." Drake said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't believe this..."
"I know *sniffle* I can't either."
"No, you. I can't believe you." Drake stood up.
"What?" Nicki asked, looking up at him, still wiping her eyes.
"Forty told me something like this would happen a long time ago. But I ain't wanna believe him. I jus didn't expect it to be you..."
"Are you serious?"
"How could you make up something like this? Forty and I have been friend's since we were kids. He's practically my brother."
"He's playin you Drake! Don't you see that?!"
"All I see is a liar on my fucking couch!" Nicki jumped a little. She'd never seen him so angry. His tone was intimidating at this point. "I'd appreciate it if you escorted yaself out."
Nicki couldn't believe what was happening. She stood up and grabbed her suitcase. Nicki gave Drake one last look before she walked out of his room. She went to the front desk and checked into another room for the night. Nicki had to wait about an hour for a room to open up. When she got her room keys, the lady behind the desk, Ashley, told her it was on the eleventh floor. Nicki prayed it was nowhere near Drake's room. But her prayers hadn't been answered. Nicki ended up in the room directly across from him.



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